In life, Li Stan had probably been an alert and agile man who cherished his own skin. He was always listening for the slightest sound, always noting the quickest escape route.
When the lizards showed up, he was the fastest runner of the group.
He'd put a two-story gap between himself and Robert. With that much distance, no one saw how he met his end.
In fact, Mai Mingle couldn't even be sure he was truly dead.
They stopped on the landing below the floor where Li Stan had last cried for help. Cautiously, they craned their necks to peer upward. After the screams faded, all that remained was the pale light and grim gray concrete, pressing down impassively on their vision.
A few scattered, silvery-white antennae poked out from the edge of the landing, faintly glinting in the light.
